There are clouds on the move to the end of their edges, close to the end of their own shapes. Frayed where nothing was ever woven, they unravel what no …
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Her voice sliced through bar chatter. “A shot and a beer.” She pointed to the special on the board. The bartender nodded, sanctioning Kareena’s boldness with the movement of her …
der·e·lic·tion /ˌderəˈlikSH(ə)n/ noun the state of having been abandoned and become dilapidated. “every year valuable gardens start the slow slide to dereliction” We are looking for short stories, creative non-fiction, …
I would paint my skin Into a colorless color, & I would dye my hair Wear two blue contacts, & I would even Go for plastic surgery, but if I …
There is a jungle With lime coloured vines And trees That wear their bark The way that Green Mambas Wear their skin. I follow the sound of anklet bells Deeper …
Chinatown Ghosts: The Poems and Photographs of Jim Wong-Chu Paperback: 9781551527482, 128 pages, 2018 | Arsenal Pulp Press | I remember the long drives home after our meetings. Jim liked choreographing the …
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